Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother - Chapter 22

Sophia Alcott, the daughter of Earl Alcott, lives a lonely life as a maligned and infamous shut in, with nothing to do but to work on her skills as a budding apothecary in the dusty storeroom she’s forced to call home.That is until she suddenly wakes up one day and finds herself in the body of an even more infamous villainess (one who actually earned her reputation) locked up in a tower.Although the only clue she has about how this happened is a cryptic note, instead of despairing about her new situation, she’s in awe at just how luxurious the treatment she’s receiving in this ‘prison’ is compared to how she had to live before.Meanwhile, back at Earl Alcott’s mansion, all hell is about to break loose.That’s because…

(Main World: Marvel)

(Current simulation order: Demon Slayer → One Piece → Bleach → Naruto → Fate → Elden Ring → Overlord → To be determined)

Rebirth

He can simulate life in any other world and gain power from it.

Before each simulation starts, there is a high probability of drawing rare talents!

…

Color talent: [World Creator]: You can change the rules of this world at will, you are immortal and the creator of the world!

Golden Talent: [Fader]: Immortal and immortal, the unblessed who was abandoned by death and immortality at the same time, the destined king!

Red talent: [Destined to draw]: When you play cards or draw a lottery, you will definitely get what you want!

Purple Talent: [I am the Empress]: You are destined to become the empress of this world, with dreadful talents, unparalleled strength, and more powerful and loyal subordinates, who will expand your territory and compete in the world for you!

…

A god-level talent is dazzling.

More importantly, these talents can be brought into the real world, and even abilities can be extracted!

“What kind of superhero is this!”

“Enjoy the beauty of another world, isn’t it fragrant!”

- Description from novelbuddy

A fighting genius.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”